when I can't sleep I think of Her

she's a willow tree with weeping branches and leaves

the other trees reach to the sky but she

lightly grazes the ground with her long green fingers 

the ground is her home

the tiny blades of grass look up to her with love and the dirt warms her during the cold nights 

and even the mushrooms growing near her 

softly flow their constant chatter

into her roots, they speak of love for her trunk and lust for her leaves

the other trees rush away from these things 

from their home in the earth 

but at night I think of Her 

I know I am not the only one who finds comfort in my little room

the willow is saying, me too!

nature is so vast that 

we can all find a sister of thought